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The World Moves On (Studio) English Hard

by Jens Lekman

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(And song is called)
(The world on)

The thermometer ran out of numbers
When it reached 50 degrees
I just lay down on the floor
a bag of frozen peas
We saw plumes of smoke rising
In the from our balcony
I poured a glass of wine
Sucked the juice out of a kiwi
Catherine turned on the TV
showed acres after acres
Of absolutely nothing
And then Stevie called and said
Are you watching what I'm watching?
I said I'm watching what you're watching
But what is it I'm watching?
The before I had been bored
And my legs had been restless
It was my birthday
I'd already opened up my presents
At the social club, I met some friends
Who were friends with this girl
One by one they dropped off
Till it was just me and her
We out in every bar in town
While the state of Victoria
Burned down to the ground

And the sun rose over the city
The wind swept through the valley

And you don't get over a broken heart
You just learn to carry it gracefully

The Gardens offered
Some kind of shade
I would pick up beers
And head down late
Watch the possums and listen
To their banter
There was one I liked especially
I named her Sam as in Samantha
I offered a slice of from my hand
She would sniff it, frown
And then lumber back to the trash can

I was going uphill on my Malvern Star
When I was passed by a scooter
You got a dollar or a cigarette?
Hey, I'm talking to you, poofter
What I should have said was nothing
What I said was "get lost"
Next time I'm upside-down with my bike in the dust
Spitting dirt all the way home
Cursing the very ground I was chewing on

And the sun rose over the city
The wind swept through the valley

And you don't get over a broken heart
You just learn to carry it gracefully

And that's it's like
you've had your heart broken
The just shrugs its shoulders
And gets going
It just moves on in all its sadness and glory
dinner with a friend
I her my story
And as I finally put the book
Back on the shelf
She says
Maybe it's time you take a look at yourself

No one's born an *******
It takes a lot of hard work
But God knows I've worked my ass off
To be a jerk
So many hands I've held
While wondering why I felt nothing
And why, when I let go of that hand
I always to feel something
And like a bottle smashed against my head
She'd say
I wish you would've cheated on me instead

And loving without loving
Is always the crime
I know all the signs and signals
'Cause now I've been on sides
The way you choose your words
The limpness of your hand
I died you me as a friend
How can you call me a friend?
If you don't me
please have the dignity to tell me
But I never said any of that
I shook that hand
And looked down at the doormat
The sun rose over the city
The wind swept through the valley

And you don't get over a broken heart
You just learn to carry it gracefully

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